DRABBLE: Scratching the Surface (Harry Potter, mystery narrator, PG)

[carmilla]

I felt you scraping across my skin. Sometimes lighter, sometimes harder, although never enough to break the surface. Pain and pleasure mixed in equal proportions. Flurries of movement, pressure that faded, wetness that dried on me. Perfect. I thought for a moment of that idiot girl, and wondered how it was possible for two touches to be so different. You. It was you I wanted doing this.

I responded to you, growing more insistent, drawing you into me. Letting you know me from the inside out. Or at least, the parts I wanted you to know.

I think of that now as you stab into me, violently, almost with fury, and I come gushing all over your hands.

Green ink. You'll find it hard to wash off, Harry Potter. I'll cling to you just as long as I can.